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Like barley bending
In low fields by the sea,
Singing in hard wind
Ceaselessly;

Like barley bending
And rising again,
So would I, unbroken,
Rise from pain;

So would I softly,
Day long, night long,
Change my sorrow
Into song.


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Added: 17 Feb 2003 | Last Read: 20 Nov 2008 10:52 AM | Viewed: 1898 times

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